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2008-09-17 - 7:11 a.m. Note: this is a blog entry about my life and where it's at right now on an emotional plane, or mental... I'd just like to say that sweet love will find a way and it's really not ok to live in doubt Nevertheless I find that I have such peace of mind that I fully am prepared to do without... It's not that I don't pine for a girl who's oh so fine one who adds a new dimension to the mix It's just that I have found that my mind is outward bound and there's just one intervention for my fix I've got to find a chick who really clicks A woman with both feet upon the ground Who understands me when I'm feeling down Who learns as well as teaches and knows my outer reaches Who isn't too caught up in her own drama to show me that she wants me without comma, I mean she doesn't have to say it just be ready to display it and not hide away behind some false facade that only serves to grade this earth we trod into an uphill battle where the bison and the cattle all stampede the path we travel and we stumble on terrains of unbelief feeling pains with no relief and we find the house of love begins to crumble it's times like these makes me believe I must be humble it's times like these when on my knees sometimes I grumble for no one's there to reach with hands of love consoling me with grace from God above and I go down like riders to the dust learning there's just One whom we must trust He knows my every thought and He saves me when I'm caught in the ever outward span of my existence And time has only taught that the things which can't be bought are often forged within the fires of persistence The day is coming someday soon at the dawn of some new moon I will find someone in tune with my heart It will all be time well spent Come down fire hell high water Till that day comes I must labor in the harvest for my neighbor and each moment I can savor find my rest I will make it through this solo wilderness I will do what I must do to pass this test I will entertain sweet mercy as my guest I will lie down in the promised land at best And nestle in the bosom of her breasts. � � |